Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt stale, suffocating. He’d heard the hurried, whispered conversations from across the hallway. His wife, Emily, had been unusually evasive lately, her eyes avoiding his, her answers clipped and short. He felt a cold dread slowly creeping over him.

He slammed his fist against the wall, a sound swallowed by the silence. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a feeling of being utterly alone in a crowded room. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the turmoil inside.

He felt a deep exhaustion, a bone-weary fatigue that went beyond physical limits. He couldn't even sleep.